We'll its been a few days now and there is so much to say. each of these is a little vignette of what I have been up to and should give you a pleasent taste (moreover, these are written in this manner because I have been composing them for some time now and am only now getting around to writing them down....)
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Well two days ago I was in class and I made a friend. It started off as bad luck but, with enough control of my frame of reference, all things turned out for the best. The first day of class, bad luck. I was getting to class when EVERYTHING in the world was conspiring to attract my attention. A flock of pigeons in perfect formation soared over my head and I had(!) to stop and watch them fly into the bay, the sun rising through the church on my way to class caught perfectly in the steeple glass and it would have been high nigh sacrelidge to let it pass, the sun rising over the mountains across the bay was perfect and I would have been bereft to leave it unseen and unloved. Any way, needless to say, I was late which landed me in the very front, by my self, with a large, screaming professor. Day two, worse luck. I didn't go. Didn't really feel like it, nuf said. Day three, GREAT luck. Apparently, day two had added a student to the class that, also left with no seat, was forced to the front. So day three I made friends with Oliver.
Oliver is English. Very english. He was born a block from Cambridge and goes to Edinborough where he studies geography (Yeah, I didn't know it was a major either but its basically GIS). Any way- both of those schools sound better when spoken in a harsh english accent. Any way, day three was comming to a close when i was talking to the one other american in the class, Rachel, another english kid, Rob, Oliver, and some germans (Germans dominate the Erasmus program) we decided to play a pick up game latter that day of Rugby. While we were talking, I realized that Oliver has gone silent and he had a distant look in his eyes. I asked what was up and then, as if to typify american romanticization of the English life, he replied "I was thinking of Rugby..." Being the brash american I am I said "I've never played but I've always wanted to it seems like os much fun..." and cut off more by his silence then by his look, he continued "Rugby always reminds me of cold english mornings." Now, I ask you, seriously, imagine an Oliver, with a harsh english accent, eyes soft with memory and hard with experience, saying that. It's kinda self explanatory.
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Um, I love rugby. We played Germans and Italians versus England and US (Yes, the WWII reference was not lost of any of us...except perhaps the Germans who were eagerly planning aloud in German which was kind of unfair but such is life). Any way, I scored the first goal and the third (the first was rather unnecessary beacuse we made a lucky break and despite the fact that it was a clear point in for us, I still dove into the sand and made a mess of my self. Totally worth it). The third point was an exciting tackle INTO the goal which makes for a nice story. The game ended 5-6, germany/italy winning in the last of it.
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Um, I Love rugby. We played again yesterday and I was sore from the first. So naturally we played tackle this time. It ended with a friend in blood and everyone else pretty much happy since we got to tackle each other. Any way, Rugby is fun.
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Nothing much else has happened. Had my first 5 am dancing nights, which were exciting, and am gearing up for some fun tonight (Rugby game at the celtic tavern) and then tomorrow for sangria.
Well...here's looking at you ^_^
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